Yesterday marked a pretty odd day in my life. I cleaned up. Voluntarily. I even tried to do a good job and hoover/vacuum up, but the thing wasn't working right so I couldn't :( I don't clean up all that much. I'm not very good at it, and I see most tasks as daunting and things I shouldn't try, especially cleaning. We recently got the house under control, and even though there is a lot of work left to do still, most of it was cleaned. But the memory of how bad it was is still fresh, so even though it's not a lot of mess, I still see it as it was.
By the end, I was worn out, but I did a good job, so that made me feel good. I had done something productive, something worth doing. I've been having trouble with that lately. I've been pretty depressed, and my writing has suffered because of it. Really I'm glad I only put any actual effort in four days a week what with Saturdays, Sundays and Mondays requiring little effort, but even so, it's getting bad.
I used to be able to just keep writing posts and I'd never run out, but eventually I did. Last week I was able to write enough to keep me going until today actually, that was a pretty good day for me. I don't know really what's wrong. Maybe reading a lot of other blogs is getting on top of me, but I don't think so, I don't read all that many. I read maybe 20 updates a day, it's not that much.
All I really know is that my writing is suffering and I'm in a doozy of a funk. I haven't even written that short story Fang asked me to, or even written anything new in my book. Still.
Every time I get like this though, every time I think about changing the update schedule or anything, I suddenly get an influx of good ideas. Here's hoping it happens again. Either way it's Friday so I get to be lazy for a bit. Maybe that'll help.